Irie

The Spell Circle was wrong. So very wrong! However, even though it was even worse than a first year mage's circle, somehow it still worked. For a fleeting moment, Irie thought she might make her escape to the Kingdom after all. However, things we're going to be that easy. "OHHHH SHIIIIIT!" she screamed as she was pulled through her failed portal in an instant. A moment later, she was ejected three feet into the air in a dark bedroom. Before she even had time to fall, the portal snapped shut behind her. Flopping onto a soft bed was small comfort to her, though it was a very nice bed. She sat up and looked around. The red eyes of her many eyestalk like tentacles swiveling and peering at everything around her. It was filled with an ordinary desk. An ordinary chair. An ordinary closet. And an ordinary window out onto a metropolitan cityscape. "Where the heck am I?" she asked in awe and confusion. This certainly wasn't the Kingdom. As if in answer to her question, the door of the room creaked open revealing a figure holding a baseball bat.